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Image from the Internet.
The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
Comments are welcomed!
Do not explicitly reveal any of the actual answer words until after closing time, but embedding them surreptitiously in comment sentences is encouraged.
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Copied out some details for Misty. One of the Waitress' buttons reads TGI...
I've never been to TGI Fridays, so don't know what their decor or menu is like. The items on the backboard were:
boxing gloves, trombone || Penny-farthing bicycle, monopoly board, trumpet, doll broom, unknown object || drum, violin, unknown object, accordion, carousel horse ||
I tried to Google that list, and in addition to random word lists, got several "items in Warehouse 13" suggestions. Anyway, can any of you tell me what the unknown (to me) objects are, or throw any other light on the collection?
We used to go to a TGIFridays after attending matinees at South Coast Rep. But on our last SCR trip, we found our Friday's closed! No warning, just shuttered. They'd been doing great business, as far as we could tell.
Owen, I have no idea what those illustrated objects represent. They had nothing like that at our Friday's, just lots of video screens for sports events.
What I liked about Friday's was the wide selection of foods. The only loser on their menu was their stuffed potato skins--dry and tasteless. Ah, but they kept a fine array of draft beer, and I appreciated those fair taps, missing them even now as I type this.
~ OMK
Greetings, sorry I'm so late. I am up in Dunellon and dashed off to breakfast forgetting my phone. I did the J(more later), had some real* and composed my poem. And chatted with a Philly fan.**
Without further ADO here's more on Bilbo and Smaug
*Java, with, Joe with some blow, Eratos best friend when opiates***aren't an APPetized
** More on that later too
WC
*** Coleridge composed Xanadu on dope
Smaug has sniffed out Bilbo, the dwarves and their mounts outside. He's curious about who and what this creature is and what's it's got in its pocket.
Smaug speaks
" Tell me rodent what brings you here? Have you come to take or give?
"Don't lie to me,rat, else your ponies munching their apples won't have long to live
"I know little sneak which pillar that you're hiding behind
"Speak quickly, worthless one, or I'll saute your thick behind"
Bilbo responds
"Oh mighty one it's only peace and praise to your majesty I bring"
Smaug snaps back, but then changes his tone
"Can the hoopla, maggot! But… Tell me friend, where's your precious* ring."
*Gollum, the previous owner who lost it playing "The Riddle Game", referred to it as "My precious". The losing riddle? "What's has it gots in its pockets?"
Wilburforce Charlesbank III
The fellow at the counter was a Philly fan. The conversation ranged from Cults to Comes to a certain RHYS Haskins (or is it Hoskins).
Fultz to Foles, damn that autocorrect
My goodness, Owen--without your help I would never have noticed that range of objects on the wall behind the waitress, or read the sign on the table. Thank you so much for giving this to us. But what do they all mean in relation to the family and the waitress and the restaurant? (Well, the TGI thank you we can get). Those are also pretty heavy snacks for appetizers, aren't they? I bet those kids don't grow up to be skinny. And I should have gotten the solution, but I had KITCH for the second word and that didn't help. Still, a fun cartoon, and even more fun coming to this blog and seeing all your cool help and comments and poems and glosses. Thank you all. (And Hi, Sandyanon).
Misty, I had KITCH at first. Turned it around and put it in the poem
Dear Wilburforce!
(If this be truly your formal name, I salute you, sir, for bearing the moniker of that honorable British abolitionist.)
Your metrical patterns suggest a new level of sophistication, but I am at a loss to identify what's going on.
At first I suspected you were shooting for French Alexandrines, but you veer from 15 syllables to well beyond 20, and then...
(just as I was conserving my breath to last that much longer) you came back to a good old English 5-beat couplet!
I LOVE your characters' energies!
Do you have a name for your experimental epic E-version?
~ OMK
OK, Owen, FLN ~
I think I've got it. I followed your guidance from yesterday & bookmarked the [B] Blogger page. We'll see if I've got it right when the next time to change the page comes up.
~ OMK
OMK, I try to make the poem metrical but I'm no Coleridge. And I don't use his elixer. I'm retelling the story which is on YouTube but I wish the book was available to link.
Just to make, say, Misty, understand what's going on I interjected some prose. I had no poetic way to contrast Smaug's angry tone with his supplicating tone.
Tolkien had a great sense of humor; Jackson was out to make money.
Btw, no appearance at the CC today. I have too much white in the north. It's probably hopeless. I could go to WaPost and try red letters.
But, no. To get four J's and a riddle-solution into any kind of poetry I have to change foot and do my best with meter.
I'm an old iambic pentameter guy.
Cheers
WC
PS, I was aware of some Wilbuforce guy. I just like the name.
Oh, I meant to say...
Owen, please pick up the Sunday poetry. Betsy is on the way to join me up in Dunellon and we'll be pretty busy.
WC
Thanks for the reply, Wilbur ~
Well, yes, I thought you were probably winging it, but I was also a bit hopeful.
Anyway, I agree with your favoring of iambic pentameter. The thing about English verse is not only that it best approximates our conversational meter, but that it offers a lot of variety.
Calling it "iambic" isn't truly accurate, as we count beats, not syllables. We vary the familiar "heartbeat" iambus with anapests, dactyls, troches, spondees--the works!
We can end with masc. or fem. final syllables. (We're old-fashioned when it comes to gender.)
Our only real rule is to adhere to five beats, but even that can be broken if we prepare for it well--by balancing idea with the NEED to re-shape a line.
It's the impact that counts; we're not dogmatic.
~ OMK
Owen ~
I think that second "unknown object" is a plow. It seems out of place with all the other objects, as they seem to be objects used in sport and play, in other words a display of pleasurable activities not out of place in a tavern or pub.
~ OMK
Misty -- Keith was experimenting, and opened a new page before we were done with this one. Since the only thing there was your comment asking where everything went, I just deleted it, so we defaulted back to here, with some great conversation going on about poetry.
Keith -- Good job! I think I'll let you start the page Monday, and let Wilbur continue his Hobbit-forming addiction to tokin' on Tolkien, while I'll just slip in the cartoon whenever. Sunday is already set up, tho it won't display until midnight. It only has the J4 now, the J6 won't be available to me for a few hours yet. And I'll handle two Sunday poems, give Wilbur a day off.
Thanks Owen, Bilbo needs some time to figure out how to outwit that dragon. Of course, if you saw the full four part YouTube, Bilbo only managed to piss off Smaug who then proceeded to torch Laketown. But there was a hitch, so stay tuned for "The return of the Thrush!"
PS, Misty have you thought about reading some Tolkien?
WC
Zu ihren Befehl, mein lieber Herr!
I shall do my best come Monday, Owen!
~ OMK
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